Batfamily imagines and one shots!

Batbros x reader

Requested by: EAKthemom

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I glanced around at the other people in the bar, having a good time, dancing, laughing, talking... kissing. I smiled and drank beer gazing absently at the bottle. I recently had a nasty break up, but I guess I deserved it. After all, according to him, I'm cold hearted, unlovable, short tempered, self centered, and a b*tch who's incapable of loving anyone. I don't think he's far off from his accusations. In all my life, I've had few opportunities to date. When I did, they never lasted longer than a week. I had finished my beer and before I could order another one, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned seeing it was Jason. "Leave me alone." I muttered pushing his hand off.

"You've had enough drinking, let's go." He said paying my bill and taking me bu the hand and pulled me outside onto the street where Dick was waiting with the car.

"We heard what happened." Dick said pulling me close to him. "He's an asshole, ignore him. You'll find someone 100x better." He said petting my head.

He always told me this when I have a bad break up, of course it used to make me feel better.. but after a certain amount of time hearing it, it was just lovely words that held no meaning.

"Yeah. Can you take me home?" I asked quietly.

"No problem." Dick said opening the door letting me in.

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I staggered into my apartment. "I'm home." I said, knowing no one would answer me.

My parents abandoned me when I was young. We went shopping, they let me pick some toys for my birthday, I turned around and they were gone. I tried running out of the store to find them, but I had run out with one of the toys, triggering the alarm. The workers pulled me back in, saying they cannot let me leave u til my parents pick me up so they can explain what happened. I was there the entire day. The cops were called to take me home, they asked me questions to get my name and address. When they brought me back, the entire place was trashed and empty. From there, I was out into an orphanage.

I sat myself on my couch and stared at the picture frame sitting in front of me. It was a picture of me. That was it. It held no special memory, there was nothing significant on that day, and there was no special place. I don't even remember who took the picture, maybe it was a friend, or maybe an old boyfriend, I'll never know.

I made my way into the bathroom to get ready for bed. I looked through one of my cabinets, looking for some floss, when I saw a pack of new razor blades. I remembered reading stories on the internet while I was growing up about people cutting themselves or ending their lives with these blades, I always felt bad for them, who knew that I could become one of them as well. I never cut myself since I was much too much of a coward to do so. I closed the drawer and decided for tonight I'll skip flossing.

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A few more days past, with the same routine, leave for work, work, then come home, and sometimes get a drink. Tonight, I was at home, with empty beer bottles littering the ground. I finished the last bottle and held my head, as the world started spinning. I stumbled to the bathroom and came across the same razor blades. I smiled reaching out for one of them, and cut the tip of my finger as I felt the sharpness of the blade. With all the alcohol in my system, I could see I was hurting myself, but I couldn't feel it. I then moved down to my wrists and began cutting them as well. 

When I finally decided I was finished with the cutting, the pain was now a dull ache. Cuts on both my wrists, stretching up my arm. The tiled floor below me was covered in blood. I grabbed a towel and began to cover my arms. I started feeling dizzy, probably because I lost too much blood. I felt myself fall and smiled, knowing that no one is probably going to find me. I might die right here and now from the blood loss. The only faces that came to mind were Dick and his brothers. They were always nice to me, but I was always a burden on the older ones. Always cleaning up my messes for me, taking me home when I drank too much. Knowing that if I died, they wouldn't have to worry about me so much, made me somewhat happy that I was probably going to leave this world.

".. Sorry.." I thought before I felt my eyes getting heavy.

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I opened my eyes seeing a white ceiling.  I turned seeing white curtains and chairs lined against the wall. I heard the steady beeping from the machine behind me in the empty room. I was about to sit up, but when I moved my arms, I flinched and quickly stopped and continued to lay down.

"Be quiet!" I turned seeing the door to my room open and in walked Dick, and his youngest brother, Damian. They both noticed me and Dick smiled running to my side. "You're awake!" he smiled and I felt his hand in mine.

"Why am I here?" I asked him.

"What do you mean why are you here.." he muttered and flicked my forehead. He sighed and began explaining. "It was Jason who found you. He said he was checking up on you, he even bought a pizza for you to eat together. He saw you were home, but couldn't find you. He eventually found you in the bathroom. You had lost a lot of blood, but the towels you put on your cuts stopped it enough that you lost consciousness. He called the ambulance and me and we came here." he explained to me. "There is also a large pizza stain in your living room carpet." he said and I smiled.

"You're cleaning it up." I said to him.

"Of course." he answered. He held my hand tightly again and I felt his fingers run over the bandages of my wrist.

"You can ask." I said to him.

He looked at Damian and "I'll call the others." he said and left the room.

"Why?" he asked me. ".. I know... that things haven't been going well for you, but you could've talked to me, if not me even Jason!" he said and I sighed.

".. I know. I'm sorry... I was just.. tired of everything." I said staring at the ceiling.  "I didn't intend to cut myself as much as I did.. but I drank a lot and the alcohol dulled the pain and I went overboard I guess. Without the alcohol, I was too scared to even take the razors out of the box, when I drank, I couldn't think clearly. I won't make any excuses. I didn't go to you or Jason, because I thought it would be too much trouble. You guys already take your own time to take me home when I'm out drunk, helping pay the bills for my apartment, and my drinking bills.. I know it's a bother. I didn't want to bother you more with my own problems." I said to him.

"Idiot." Dick said pinching my cheek.

"He's right." I saw Jason had arrived.

"Jay.." I muttered and he sat on the opposite side of Dick.

"I won't blame you for not telling us. Everyone knows I'm guilty of more of the same thing." he said to me. "When you are ready, we'll be here for you. You know that." he said and I nodded.

"I'm sorry." I said to them.

"How about you live at the manor?" Dick offered. 

"I can't impose on your family like that." I said.

"Well, we do need a motherly figure for Damian, and Alfred is getting old, he might like the company. If you don't like living at the manor for free, how about you work with Alfred to clean, make meals and coffee for Tim." Dick said.

"But.." I was still unsure.

"Just try it out, maybe a month or two, it might be good for you." Jason said. "And we can meet more often." he added and I nodded.

".. I'll try it out.. but only for a month..." I said and they both nodded.

"I'll go tell Alfred, and Bruce." Dick said getting up and ruffled my hair and left the room, with his phone.

I heard rustling and turned seeing that Jason was now eating from a bag of chips. "What?" he asked.

"Nothing." I said and he smiled, feeding me a chip.

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Srry it took so long!